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txtistheloml · 2 months
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kang taehyun — as your sugar daddy (bf).
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nsfw, mdni.
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— “i’ll be back honey, ‘m gonna get to work now. left you some cash on the tabletop, get yourself something nice for breakfast okay?”
— busy ceo who works 9-5 on most days :/
— picks you up from your uni and part-time job at a cafe when he has time to spare while working
— obviously you’re only working because you’ve always wanted to be a barista, you’ve got a big strong man to pay your bills for you
— gets his secretary to get his coffee from the cafe you work at, specially brewed by you
— pampers you with so many little gifts
— if you need anything just tell daddy, he’ll get it for you~
— shopping every weekend is a must.
— fancy dinners at high-end restaurants occasionally has become the norm for you
— has you go with him to company dinners hehe
— he takes his role as a sugar daddy very seriously!!
— makes sure his princess is happy to every extent he can help with
— when he praises its so so full of love and adoration but when you get bratty..
— his punishments are pretty harsh too..!
— on nights where he has to work overtime he sends you a selfie of him looking absolutely scrumptious, captioning “touch yourself a little yeah? you’ll have to go to sleep without cock today.”
— is more than willing to give you head every day because he just is that down bad for you
— but he’ll never admit it~~
— you practically live in his luxurious apartment since you almost never go back to dorms, only when you need something
— whatever is his, is yours.
— do i ever mention enough that this man LOVES seeing you all ruined and submissive under him
— you’re his pillow princess because he says so
— “i’ve ruined you too good for anyone else huh? you love daddy’s cock don’t you? say it baby, wanna hear how good i make you feel.”
— loves dumbing you out because he's supposed to have the brains :3
— his aftercare (and usual treatment) feels like absolute royalty.
— “do you feel okay princess? need water or snacks?”
— “do you wanna have ice cream and watch sofia the first, honey?
— loves paying for your nails aaaa
— literally everyone envies you for having such a sweet bf (+ sugar daddy lol)
— just loves loves loveeees you sm like literally his heart could burst from how much love he holds for you in his heart (even though he has a pretty big heart...)
— you're the apple of his eye.
— expect nothing lesser than the best from the kang taehyun :p
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author's note - happy birthday to the handsome n loving n kind n caring n cutie n sexy n adorable n sweetheart kang taehyun!! to our dear tyunie, i hope you have a wonderful birthday and be happy! i wish for all the best for you n i hope all your dreams will come through hehe. thank you so much for existing n coming into my life. even if you dont know of my existence, i know of yours and that is more than enough for me. i really hope youre always happy, healthy n safe, n i hope youre not overworking yourself. ill continue to love you as i always have and even more if my heart could handle it. happy birthday my prince💗
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drfaustus · 3 years
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MEPHIST. This, or what else my Faustus shalt desire,
Shall be perform'd in twinkling of an eye.
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archieved-dtvibez · 4 years
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8, 16, 40 from the ask as well as preferred title? Mom? Ma? Parent? Parrot parent :D? - Jay 💛
8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
I have! It was quite embarrassing, but at the same time, it’s happened before. I don’t recall when but I remember doing this project which was due the next day (keep in mind I was like, possibly in middle school?) and I remember just, getting annoyed over something in the piece that I just, completely had a meltdown. Take breaks guys and remember, do projects BEFORE its too late!!
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?
All the time. Sometimes, I really don’t like, want to hurt people’s feelings, but mama vibez here (my actual mom LOL) taught me how to tell the truth despite the persons feelings (I’m still working through that too. I’m too soft hearted and don’t like making people upset). Though, mostly, it’s to make sure the other is safe and such. 
Then again, sometimes its personal and I just, don’t tell people. 
40. favourite memory
aaaa I feel like I have so many memories that I cherish that are good. 
Though, the people who are in these memories may not be here with me today (either lost connection/lost friendship/moving on), I still like to keep those good times we had there. Sometimes lol (I tend to be a baby and cry because I really attach myself to memories sometimes. It’s good to look back at memories from time to time but, never all the time, or you may get stuck in the past). 
I can tell one!! 
During my last year of Middle school, I entered a writing competition for the fun of it (because I really loved writing stories/fanfic’s LOL). I was like, eh why not! Let’s do it! And so I did!! And SOMEHOW... I managed to get FIRST PLACE IN THE WRITING COMPETITION. I WAS SOOOOO SHOCKED!! Like HUH. I got a medal for it and everything!! I went out too!! They booked a fancy hotel for me and my parents and we went to the ceremony AND after it, we got to see a Parade outside! It was so fun. aaaaa I never thought I would do something like that!! 
To this day, I believe, somewhere in a museum, they have my story on the first page of a book for all to see. 
And a title for me? 
I really don’t mind!
People tend to call me lots of online names. Let it be Vibez, Silent, Cookie, Good Vibez, uhh.. my twitter name, Margie! (Which is my IRL Nickname!) 
But you guys can call me whichever you’d like. Just, nothing bad and such. <3 I’m pretty chill with nicknames! 
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kiwibirdlafayette · 4 years
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Tagged by the wonderful @brigita-byrd !
1. Why do you like to write?
(whataboldassumptiontosay-) hA just kidding
To be honest, I’d probably say its because I’m a storyteller at heart. Not to sound cliche or anything but writing’s basically the biggest escapism I can get and getting to escape into these worlds is, just fantastic (even if that means writing only in my head and never putting it to paper oops)
Also, character acting
2. Would you like to meet your characters in real life?
A lot of them... absolutely, absolutely I would love to meet them. Others, not so much. I’ll leave it up to y’all to determine which is which.
3. If your story was getting an adaption, would you like it to be live-action or animated?
I’m an animation guy, so I’d like to say animation (for IWAY, and IRE at least) and an animated version of Arcadia of Avalon would be neat as well but... live action might be better for the tone of the story but hey, you never know
4. What is the hardest part of writing for you?
Putting the pen to paper, and putting the scenes into words. I first got into writing from improv acting, and I’m more of a visual guy so a lot of the time it’s like- how to I describe this particular emotion? How would I accompany this dialogue with supplementary action? How should I craft this passage in a way that the reader sees the exact same visual composition I see in my head?
(It’s also a reason I draw a lot of scenes before I write it, so I have something physical to work off of)
5. Badly explain your WIP in one sentence.
A repressed gay knight living in medieval England is tasked with finding a fancy piece of dinnerware, and alongside a bunch of other inhumanly attractive guys and gals, learns the meaning of love, family, and destiny.
(and)
Goth musician reflects and grapples with the implications of his past, and tries to resolve it if he ever wishes to be prepared for the end of the world.
6. Do you prefer to plot or fly by the seat of your pants?
It depends on the context, to be honest. When it comes to dialogue/character interaction within a single scene, flying by the seat of my pants is way better because I’ve found its ten times harder to write when I’m trying to stick to certain parameters.
However, in terms of long chunks (ie; anything that’s not a oneshot or concept scene), I’ll try my damndest to stick to whatever plot I have outlined or you get scenarios like IWAY where I go on so many tangent from my outline that the plot goes from 7 to 14 chapters
7. Would you live in your story if given the chance?
IWAY/Perceptions, god that would be fantastic because hell, who wouldn’t want to live in Arcadia Oaks? In terms of AoA I don’t know-
Actually. Changed my mind. I’d want to be a knight I’m completely down to live in this fantasy version of the Medieval era
8. Have you laughed or cried while writing?
hA absolutely I’ve laughed so many times at my own bad jokes I’ve stuck in IWAY and Perceptions like I’m a damn comedic genius (Im not this is practically a roast) To be honest, the only time I think I’ve ever cried was writing the prologue to I Remember Everything (which is Mordred in the Battle of Camlann) and... fuck I think IWAY 9
9. What’s a trope that you love to death?
Emotional vulnerability, hands down.Theres nothing that gets to me more then this character, so caught up in everything, repressed emotions everywhere convinced that its them against the world just- finally breaking down those walls, opening their hearts to those who care about them and letting themselves be loved without regret, and realizing they dont have to carry the weight alone
(sorry slowburn enemies to lovers, although thats a close second)
10. Do you have any goals for your WIP?
For IWAY/Perceptions: Definitely, just... find the motivation to write the last chapter for each of them
For IRE: Get the next chapters out! They’re outlined it’s just a matter of writing it out :’)
And for Arcadia of Avalon- Currently my goal is to solidify the storyline- pick which narratives I want to include and which ones to cut (since the outline I had last year isn’t quite what I want to do anymore) so that I can get a final plot lineup done by the end of the year and start actually writing 👌
And my questions for the folks below
1. Why do you write? (ie; what’s your motivation?)
2. Who, of your characters would you want to spend a day with?
3. What’s your favorite part of writing?
4. What is one genre and/or trope you despise writing?
5. Who are your biggest influences?
6. If your work got a film deal- Animated or Live action?
7. Are you more of an outline person or write-as-you go person?
8. What’s the most emotional thing you’ve ever written?
9. Would you want to live in the world(s) of your story?
10. (and, because I’ve seen most do this)- Any goals for your WIP?
I tag: @shadowofcimmerion @violetcancerian @tunafishprincess @zonbiconbi @akozuheiwa @kouvei-matarra (and anyone else who’d like to give it a go- consider yourself tagged :D) sorry if any of yall been tagged already aaaa
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wanna1things · 6 years
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Soulmate!Park Woojin
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haha i lov him my first born son, my illness friend, my bab
Genre;; fluff + uhh college!au,, soulmate!au, musical...theatre!au??, graduation!au at the end?????? is that a thing really i don’t knoww
Warnings;; mentioning of like an alternative version of park woojin’s dark past,, that damn dark past…. I had to warn you
Pairing;; Park Woojin x reader
Requested;; no ho ho ho i’m writing this so this account doesn’t die ++ this is also kind of for the anon who asked me to make the soulmate thing into a series sorry i never replied lol but im in a park woojin mood so woojin comes next
Soulmate AU Type;; soulmates experience the same illnesses at the same time until they get in a relationship together (?? is that the right way to put it idk) + soulmates are confirmed by a flash of light when you touch for the first time after you start dating
Summary;; Your best friend Woojin is alway sick when you are sick. You brush it off as being because you spend pretty much every second of every day with him, but maybe it’s something more...
Style;; bullet point
Word Count;; 1796
Also in this series;; Daniel | Jihoon  | Jinyoung | Minhyun
don’t tell anyone the idea from this came from this amazingly fun fact;; woojin is 2 months and 27 days younger than me AND he got shingles EXACTLY the same time in his lifetime as me; so 2 months and 27 days after me; so he is my illness amigo
you and woojin basically grew up together
from the moment his family moved in next door to you you’ve been best friends
i mean the friendship started in a very… different way
you used to hear him singing and dancing in his backyard
and you sang back at the top of your lungs in a desperate attempt to start a conversation lol
when you were in middle school you two used to write your own little musicals and perform them for your families
they weren’t particularly uhh technical?? but they were adorable and your families loved it
there’s so many embarrassing videos of those musicals dfjshdf
when you and woojin both caught chickenpox at the exact same time and were confined to your homes
both of your parents winked at each other
they had the idea that y’all were soulmates because duh that’s how soulmates work
as middle school and high school went on you both always had colds at the same time, you got appendicitis within days of each other and you both had your tonsils out on consecutive days
you brushed it off as it just being a coincidence because ;; well;; you were together 24/7 of course you’d get sick at the exact same times you basically had the same germs
you both got closer and closer until you were pretty much inseparable, people either assumed you were dating or that you were brother and sister tbh you two always used to say you were twins to fool people lol
nobody ever really fell for it though
in your last year of high school, both you and woojin started to date people
most of your other friends had all found their soulmates and honestly
as much as you loved being with woojin you were pretty sure you both needed to start having a look for your soulmates
every time you saw woojin with his girlfriend, something ached in your heart that you couldn’t put your finger on
you just chalked it up to you being a bit jealous that you couldn’t be around your best friend as much, nothing more
little did you know woojin felt the same whenever he saw you with your boyfriends
he knew exactly what it was though, he’d had a crush on you since like;; lol middle school
maybe even since he heard that terrible singing response
but he thought you obviously didn’t reciprocate this since you wanted to look for your soulmate so he just;; did the same as you
and there was like a one in 7 billion chance that y’all would be soulmates anyway, so he looked for his own
but he’d never keep a girlfriend for too long, either because they noticed how he only had eyes for you or woojin just felt bad leading them on
you two still spent time together though
every week you made time for a movie night and sleepover
you’d just turn up in each other’s houses, basically addressing each other’s parents as mum and dad too
your parents could both see there were some unspoken feelings between you two but they just let you sort it out between yourselves
when you started to apply for colleges you made sure to apply to the same ones, or ones close to each other
both you and woojin wanted to major in music/dance and drama
which everyone thought was adorable because of y’know those musicals
but both of you still tried your hardest to forget that
SPOILER ALERT
you both got accepted on the same course at the same prestigious performing arts college
you stayed best friends the whole way through college, taking the same classes the whole way through
also since you went to college there was some sort of unwritten agreement not to date people?? like you couldn’t explain it but you didn’t really want to search for your soulmate anymore (you don’t NEED to search he right here!!!)
halfway through your course your college did a rendition of romeo and juliet
OF COURSE you and woojin went for romeo and juliet i mean (cliche) OF COURSE you both get it too
aaaaaaaaaaah you both conveniently forgot about the kissing scenes
but being actors who must rise above™ you both just agree to deal with the kiss
UMMMM sike you totally did not deal with the kiss
that night you literally fell over just thinking about kissing woojin
did i forget to mention that since the middle of the last year of high school you realised god
you have a bIG crush on mr park
big is an understatement actually gosh
just the thought of kissing your crush made your heart rush 9999 miles per hour but NO you have to be a mature actor
after your little heart attack session you get to learning the lines
you and woojin are doing not the traditional romeo and juliet but a kind of revamped version, a bit like west side story orrr the romeo and juliet film with leonardo di caprio
basically its modern day and with like gangs and stuff rather than families??
AND IT’S CALLED ROMEO AND JULES YES
and in this woojin is a mafia boss’ son lol
the first time you walk into the rehearsal you see woojin standing at the front of the stage in this fancy ass suit with a silk red shirt under and you almost like;; have a nosebleed
“y/n, are you okay??? you’ve been staring for like the past 3 minutes lol”
you realised you’ve been staring a BIT (a lot) too long and go and join him onstage to rehearse
SKIP to 2 weeks before the performance
it comes the time when you have to;; practice the kissing scene;;
you managed to negotiate with the director that there only be one kissing scene because otherwise your poor heart wouldn’t be able to handle it
as you run through the lines the;; kiss;; is getting;;; closer and closer;;; aaaa
woojin suddenly held your face in his hand like he was cradling something precious
OOOOOF here it comes
“Jules, I am more sure than anything that we were put on this earth to find each other.”
he smiled one of those like really cute smiles he does you know where it shows off his ADORABLE snaggletooth
and then he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours
and you swear to god it was like your heart stopped
as it was going on your brain was basically scrEECHING ok yOU LOVE PARK WOOJIN OHHHH MY GOD
when the scene was over you both wandered back to your rooms with a permanent blush comPLETELY lovestruck
until you both woke up the next morning with throat infections
you stayed in bed until the afternoon when you went to pick up your phone to ring woojin and complain like god this guy got you ill AGAIN
when you see you have an incoming call from woojin
“y/n!!! why did you not tell me you had a throat infection omg you better hope this is gone in 2 weeks because i canNOT perform with my throat like this”
“woojin... i did not have a throat infection before this you dummy it’s your fault i bet its because you decided to stay up playing cooking mama or something until like 5 am yesterday”
“MAYBE I DID BUT THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS”
woojin hangs up almost immediately because it’s just hit him
you and him both got sick at the exact same time okay
your parents were right you really were soulmates
SO, he rises out of his bed and brainstorms a confession plan
and he decides that at the end of the performance of romeo and jules he’ll reveal his love lol
luckily you both recover in time to do the show but you don’t have time to rehearse the kissing scene
which you’re really thankful for because you don’t know how much more your heart can take
on the night of the play you both share a hug backstage before going on
and you convince each other not to be anxious
it’s just like one of your musicals from when you were younger
both of your parents are in the audience too
the performance starts and it goes like super well
the dance sections are amazing and woojin’s dancing is so like… beautiful you almost forget your lines lol
the kiss scene actually goes surprisingly well
but halfway through you hear your parents and woojin’s little sister go ‘oo’ and wolf whistle lmaoooo
which makes you both blush and fumble a little bit
in the ending scene where you and woojin die because of a hit put out by the mafia boss
there is a whole ass STANDING OVATION
you and woojin are really shocked but you hold hands and smile widely at each other because like this was your dream since you were kids??
and woojin is just staring at you because god you looked so happy in that moment it was like you were glowing shfdsj boys so lovestruck n WHIPPED
as you go backstage you and woojin are just talking and in total shock about the whole thing
“listen woojin i can’t believe it went down so well like did you hear those cheers?? oh my god!!!”
“haha yeah did you hear both of our parents and my sister when the kiss scene happened i was so embarrassed”
“oh my god woojin why did we even invite them honestly i wanted to go and hide in a whole-”
“y/n will you go out with me?”
“honestly when i heard them i felt like i was going to die - wait what? are you serious?”
you look at woojin and you realise he is like… deadly serious
“well duh i am”
“oh darn okay then yeah uhhhh yeah i’ll go out with you??”
he holds your hand tightly and there’s a sudden like flash of light
and woojin just whispers
“i knew it, i’ve known it for years”
and you smile and lean forward to kiss him because god
are you pleased that your best friend and the person you have loved for years is your soulmate
and of course your parents are pleased because damn that 6th sense was CORRECT
UHH BONUS
when y’all graduate obviously top of the class
you make a wonderful plan
to dig up your dark past together
and at graduation you recreate one of the first musicals you did as kids
it goes down so well and the whole class just cheers and screams and cringes along with the hilariously terrible and childish storyline
and basically it’s the damn cutest thing yes
i take that back YOU TWO are the damn cutest thing
ok im going to sleep now uh enjoy this and i’ll do the other members uhh SOON
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slushblock · 7 years
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Fell - Chapter 1 - The First Day...
Just a story I started last night when I couldn’t sleep due to my fan breaking down. Was originally going to be dialogue for a comic, but got too long-winded, plus I hate drawing proper comics. Finished it up just now.
This isn’t going to be a continuous story, but I figured it’d be interesting enough to post here. Give you guys a sample of my rare prose, haha. Also, backstory.
Axl awoke to the sound of chirping birds. Groggy, he slowly sat upright, rubbing his eyes and adjusting his glasses. The grass was soft, and the morning light glimmered through the light canopy formed by the forest's unusually round treetops. Fluffy white rabbits and other small creatures rustled here and there, painting a strangely idyllic scene. "Where... the Hell am I..?" Axl asked himself as he pushed himself to his feet, dusting off the ironic Nirvana t-shirt he usually wore to annoy the overbearing mother who'd cursed him with his name. The last thing he remembered was browsing an antique shop in his hometown, and finding a peculiar mirror. It had no price tag, and the shop owner claimed to have not seen it before. Moreover, when Axl looked closely at it, it reflected him, but not the shop behind him; in fact, it had reflected a scene that looked an awful lot like the one he was in now. As he had stared into it more and more closely, he'd felt like he was being drawn into it. Then he blacked out, and woke up here. Axl looked around, running his fingers through his wavy ponytail to dislodge some of the grass in it from lying down. He was trying to find any signs of the mirror in the grass. There was no sign of the mirror. What he did find, though, was a small patch of cartoonishly large orange mushrooms, and a collection of tools leaning against a nearby tree stump; a short sword that looked like it had seen better days, a rather nondescript axe, and a surprisingly fancy pickaxe that seemed to be etched with faint runes. All three tools seemed to be made from copper. Axl reached down and picked up the sword, examining it. The hilt and pommel almost resembled the characteristic trees surrounding him. "What on Earth is-" he began as he reached into his back pocket for his embarrassingly old phone and flipped it open. He wanted to know what time it was, and see if he'd gotten any messages since he - what he assumed - had gone missing. Much to his chagrin, it wouldn't turn on. "...Geez, I just charged this thing," he mumbled to himself, irritated. He shook his head and pocketed the useless electronic, idly letting the arm holding the sword swing, "How long was I out?" he asked nobody in particular. "From what I saw, you more or less just arrived." "Wh-aah!" Axl jumped slightly, startled by the new voice, which he turned to face with his hands held up defensively, sword ready. Standing there was another man, looking about his age, with short hair, a long-sleeved gray shirt, and jeans, somehow appearing exceedingly unremarkable in spite of the fact that he seemed to have materialized out of basically nowhere. He was smiling a very sarcastic smile, unperturbed by having a weapon brandished in his direction. Feeling like an idiot, Axl lowered the sword and adjusted his glasses, slightly askew from his start, "Alright, who are you?" "The only person who's going to help you get your footing here," was the only response he got. Axl tilted his head and waited for more of an explanation, maybe a proper name, but when he got none, he just arched a brow, "...Riight," He wasn't sure he trusted this guy, "And where am I?" "Well, I'm sure lots of people have lots of different names for this land..." the other man waved, gesturing to the surroundings, "but most of the locals end up calling it Terraria." "Uh huh," Axl sighed, arcing his neck back over-dramatically to gaze up at the sky, "Great, spirited away to some weird forest in the middle of nowhere and now a crazy person's telling me that-" A wet thump and unfamiliar motion in Axl's peripheral vision nearly caused him to jump again, barely avoiding falling over due to his posture. A weird, globular blue shape appeared from the overgrowth, bounding clumsily in his direction. This was definitely not just 'some forest.' "Don't believe me if you don't want to, but you'd best be prepared for even more surprises if you don't," the man pointed at the gelatinous organism, if it could even be called that, "For instance, that. Meet the most numerous of your new neighbors; the humble slime." "Uh... whoa," Axl warily knelt down, holding up a hand to see if somehow this strange thing could perceive the gesture, "Hey there little buddy." He mumbled, cautiously. Behind him, he could hear the other man snort, as if holding back a laugh. He turned momentarily to shoot a nasty glare back, before returning his attention to the slime. The slime wiggled a bit and hopped closer. It almost seemed curious, and certainly not threatening. Not really thinking, Axl placed his hand on it. It had the bouncy consistency of cold gelatin. The other fellow chuckled. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Axl turned, leaving his hand on the slime. The surface was pleasant under his palm, but it did little to stem his slowly rising temper, "Look, man, not to be rude, but why should I listen to you?" "Let's just say I'm a guide, here to keep you from dying within a minute of your arrival." He held up a finger matter-of-factly, "My first piece of advice is to stop petting that slime and cut it up. You're going to need the gel to make torches." "Right, because indiscriminately attacking the native wildlife unprovoked when it's clearly passive is such a great ide-" Before he could finish, Axl suddenly fell forward with a yelp as the gelatinous creature suddenly became a lot more fluid, causing him to fall over as his arm sunk into it up to his elbow. He quickly tried to push himself up to his feet, only for the slime to stick to his arm and come up with him. He stared in horror as his skin began to dissolve inside the slime. "-aaaAAAHHHH! WH-WHAT THE-AAAAAAGHH!!!" he tried to shake it off, but to no avail as it started to climb further up his arm, taking flesh with it, exposing muscle beneath, and bone in his fingers. "Again, you should probably cut it up," the other man said, calmly, with a patronizing smirk and exaggerated shrug, "The gel loses its ability to move and digest at lower volume." As smug as this jerk seemed to be, there was no other option. Axl frantically grabbed the ratty copper sword and began to stab furiously at the slime, carving pieces off, nearly taking off his own fingers. Once it was small enough, the rest of the slime simply dripped off, puddling on the ground and going inert. It hurt. Axl sat down roughly, holding his mangled arm and breathing heavily. It hurt a lot. He'd have cried at the pain if it weren't for the shock. His shock was interrupted by a mushroom being shoved in his face, one of the large orange ones he'd seen nearby. The other fellow was holding it, still smirking, "Congratulations, you nearly died to one of the weakest creatures you'll ever meet here." The sarcasm almost burned more than the exposed muscle, "Eat this and you'll feel brand new. Well, kind of." "L-like hell I am!" Axl backed off, nearly falling off the stump. He stood up, still holding his arm, growling at this smarmy know-it-all, "Like I'm just going to eat some random, poisonous-looking mushrooms off the ground in a strange place offered by a jerk like-" "Ah, so you're one of the stubborn types," The guide backed up, holding up the mushroom and waving it a bit, "Like I said, I'm here to keep guys like you alive. Eat this, and you might stay that way." He shrugged again, with a slight chuckle, "I mean, you'd get more out of it if you mixed it with some of that gel you just cut up, but first you'd need a bottle," he held up a finger as he said that, then another, and another as he continued, "You could make bottles out of glass, which you could get by smelting sand in a furnace... but you'll need stone and torches to make a furnace. And to make torches, you-" Axl hissed both in anger and pain, "Oh, go to Hell-" "Been there. You'll know when you get there, yourself," The guide's smile was insufferable. Axl resisted the urge to spit. "Tch-" He turned and stomped away. Now he really was tearing up. The burning in his arm was unbelievable, but all he wanted to do was get away from this jerk goading him. The further he walked, though, the more he couldn't ignore the pain, and it clouded his perception. He only realized that the surroundings had changed as he trudged along, with a sudden heat biting at his exposed arm, his foot sinking into... "...Sand..." Axl mumbled, eyes clearing slightly, "...He said sand could be made into glass, which could-" He took a few more steps, when suddenly the loose ground gave way under him. With a surprised shout he tried to jab the sword into something, anything, to keep himself from falling into this new pit. However, when it lodged into the tougher soil just above the sand, the velocity at which he fell away with the sand caused him to lose his grip, drawing him into the pit. He looked down just in time for a pair of heavy, razor-sharp mandibles to sink into his leg. The impossibly massive antlion's red eyes gleamed for a second before it retreated into the soft sand, its new prey in tow. "N-no no no NO NO NO NO-" Axl screeched as he reached upward, in vain, for the sword dangling in the soil above his head, but he was already waist-deep. Then chest-deep. Then shoulder. Then neck. He clawed frantically, but within seconds it was over his head. Soon, his flailing arm disappeared, as well. His screams were stifled by the sand filling his lungs and- -he woke up. With a start Axl sat up, clutching his throat, breathing ragged. He grabbed his wrist, which showed no signs of having just been digested by slime. It was as if nothing had happened. The memory was so vivid, though. "What-... what was... Was it just a dream-?" His eyes darted around. Everything was as it had been, with the pile of faintly wriggling gel to one side, the axe and pick still leaning on the stump. The guide was also there, sitting on said stump. "Nope," the guide smiled, looking amused, foot on a rock, elbow on his knee so he could rest his chin in his hand, "You totally just suffered a gruesome death by giant sand insect. Probably had your guts sucked out, followed by the rest of the moisture in your body," The calmness of his smile was gone, replaced by a twisted sort of dark sarcasm that sent shivers down Axl's spine, "Good thing you drowned in the sand before then, huh?"  The gory description certainly didn't help. It was too much to take in all at once and Axl gave a shaky, terrified sigh as he reached into his other back pocket for his pack of cigarettes. When he found it was not on him, he whimpered, curling up and burying his face in his hands. "So, Axl Colin Eyre," Axl's blood ran cold. How did this man know his full name..? "You gonna start listening to me now?"
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midnakoopa · 6 years
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OKAY. I’d like to take a moment to put my thoughts about Super Mario Odyssey together, for real this time.
Casually discussing spoilers for the game, especially endgame, below. Big ol’ spoiler warning and whatnot.
Aaaa, where to even begin? I’ll start with the New Donk City festival. Because while the game had been great up to that point, the festival was the first huge “holy shit” moment for me. Just. Building up to this festival, and the payoff is a neat throwback segment with That Song, You Know The One™ playing. Real good shit.
More minor detail I noticed is that Mario’s idle animations may vary based on his clothes. Like, wearing the aviator suit or parka in Shiveria makes him do his regular idle instead of his cold one. And he’ll react if he’s wearing warm clothes in a warm area. And these are just the little touches I live for.
Also. Holy shit. Mario. Fights a fucking dragon? Like. Just, a real-ass dragon. Bowser just has an actual fucking dragon. One that would not look out of place in, say, Skyrim or Dark Souls or some shit. This came at a moment where I’d been through enough of Odyssey to think nothing could surprise me anymore. But fuck if I wasn’t surprised the hell out of. Good boss, too.
And then we get to Bowser’s Castle. Bowser’s Japanese Castle. I can’t think of much specific to say, because. I kind of love the entire thing? I’m really into Japanese architecture. The two Bowser statues are particularly good. And the music for the area’s fantastic. In fact, this game’s music all around is fantastic. Then we reach the end and. Bowser’s going to the fuckin moon. Hell yeah. Got a real good boss battle with the Broodals, and then we get the Odyssey to full power.
And then we zoom all the way to the moon. From the second I saw the moon featured so prominently on the world map, I thought to myself, if we don’t go to the moon by the end of the game, I’m going to be super disappointed. And not only do we go to the moon, It’s its own fuckin big ol place with quite a bit to do.
Get to the church and fight a pretty good final boss, followed by the most fucking phenomenal ending sequence. Bowser’s still KO’d, so here we go becoming him and rampaging all the way through the inside of the moon. Culminating in a segment of going around this place that’s falling apart, trying to drop pillars on this bigger pillar to break out, all set to another upbeat, vocal song. I can’t even describe how overjoyed I was the whole time. Just grinning and laughing like an idiot through the entire last bit.
Then comes the Mushroom Kingdom. Which had a bit of a preview in Volbono. But yeah, no, wow, Mushroom Kingdom, pretty good. Got a bunch of Mario 64 throwbacks. As you might expect. And the regional coin outfit is his fucking low-poly Mario 64 model. Which is great. And would’ve been greater if it hadn’t been spoiled for me by some cunt in my fucking youtube recommended videos section putting it right in their fuckin thumbnail. Anyways. I think one of my favorite things in good ol’ MK is that looking up into the light in the castle gets you a star. Speaking of stars. I love how getting a power star makes the Mario 64 jingle. But it really bugs me how they still say “You got a moon” when it’s clearly a star. :V
As for what else. Dark Side. Dark Side is not fucking around. Fight against even harder versions of all the Broodals in a row and then their mech, with just one health pickup after you beat the four of them individually. The reward for which is a fancy king’s crown and outfit. Then afterwards, doors and pipes, leading to challenge rooms that continue to stop fucking around. And I’m glad this shit’s challenging. It’s what I’ve come to expect from Mario postgames.
AND SPEAKING OF WHAT TO EXPECT FROM MARIO POSTGAMES. Darker Side. Culmina Crater. Holy shit. I am pleased to announce that the final level in Super Mario Odyssey is as soul-destroying as any other final Mario level in recent years. And yet as frustrating as it got at points, every run through I could feel myself getting better at it. Bits at a time. To the point where the early bits became. Not exactly “easy”, but you get the picture. And reaching the end, as satisfying as ever. I liked Cappy’s dialogue on the way up the tower. And up the pole, with the music coming in. Also hey. There was a little pixel Rosalina on the side of the tower’s base. And the reward for completing the hardest level in the game. Is stealth camouflage. Invisibility Hat is a neat prize and I’m happy with it.
SO. There’s my impressions of Super Mario Odyssey. What a phenomenal game. A game that there’s still so much for me to do in. Hell yeah actually. This has been me, you’ve been you, Mario’s been everybody, take easy. Koopa, out.
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for the writer asks: 4, 22-26!
holy SHIT i COMPLETELY forgot about those but thank you so much!!
4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?
my thing is that generally i don’t start writing until 6pm for warm-up/roleplay stuff and until 1am for book stuff. sometimes i dabble a lil bit beforehand but it’s like a loose schedule i have to really dedicate my attention on something
i also always have tumblr open haha my process is literally: [refreshes dash][types a paragraph][refreshes dash][writes two sentences of dialogue][refreshes dash][getsREALLYINTOITANDFINISHESSCENE][refreshes dash and scrolls through as a reward]
i also just have a lot of rly specific orders of doing things when it comes to writing for my rp group like i tend to cycle through my characters in a certain order because that keeps me focused and organized and the more organized i am the more productive i can actually be with my work ehe
22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you?
when it comes to books UMMM two... i spend a lot of time on the first draft so i can’t imagine even needing or wanting a second, really. the second draft is more to edit evreything and refine things but, again, since i (unfortunately) do that a lot during the first draft, it’s not much! but that’s what makes it so fun hehe
my scripts tho, ah.. i have one finished and the other nearly finished so, judging on the process it took to do those, generally at least three. and that’s because the first draft is literally me just vomiting out dialogue without any sort of prose, no narration, little to no stage directions, nothing. the second draft is when i make it all fancy, and any other drafts after are just part of that process in making it fancy
(like the completely finished script had 4 drafts and the third and fourth draft only differ because one is written in a more, uh... tumblr? way? and the other is in a more ‘proper’ script format)
23. Single or multi POV, and why?
depends on the story! out of my three main books rn i have two that are single and one that is multi and that’s all based on the cast of characters. the multi one has about 5 characters that i rly wanna focus on (maybe more!) while the single ones have two protags and one’s point of view is dedicated to describing the second. they’re both equally fun for me... (multi is RLY exciting tho)
24. Poetry or prose, and why?
proseproseproseproseprose.
i mean, i get told a lot that my prose is VERY poetic and that’s nice so there’s that. um i can’t get into poetry, i feel like there’s this structure behind poetry that is ENTIRELY imagined, like, i dont think it applies to anybody else but me, but i can’t make myself fit into whatever box i assume you need to make to make a poem a POEM so it’s not a comfy fit for me. the closest thing to poetry i write is just lil snippets for my suggestion blogs and even then that’s literally me taking one line or a few lines of my prose and handing it out
25. Linear or non-linear, and why?
I LOVE NON-LINEAR... it is very VERY hard for me to make a story that doesn’t, at some point, devolve into some sort of non-linear fashion because... it’s more fun... i rly like that quote about emotional logic i saw before. to me, there’s a very specific journey i want the character and the reader to go on and sometimes you can’t get there by going from beginning to end
i think it also just reflects the psych far more than a linear story does. human beings are CONSTANTLY ruminating over the past, learning from their mistakes, recovering from what’s happened to them... a lot of my stories are very heavily based on what trauma has happened to so-and-so character and how they cope with it so to me it’s necessary to literally go back and show what happened, because, to the character, it’s still happening and they’re still processing it and you don’t get that effect if i just start from the bad thing and go on. i think it’s far more immersive if the character exists as they are, acts as they would, and suddenly you’re brought back to know why, and by the time you’re in the present again, you understand about the character, and the character (the way i do it) has finally passed a hurdle that will put them ahead, and bring the reader with them into the future...!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaa i love writing
26. Standalone or series, and why?
STANDALONE... i love that fuzzy-headed feeling when you finish one (1) good book and you put it down and it’s final. DONE. not to say that a series doesn’t have that same effect (um my poor ruined ass after reading the series i’ve read this past year) but i just love the idea of having something so compact and so precise and so confined in its one lil area of existing.
it’s also just... that a series requires a LOT of content!!!! i don’t like writing fluff haha i struggle with it a lot, i am VERY to the point so sometimes i just don’t even have enough material to make it to a series.
actually, a lot of it is because my characters are VERY focused on what’s happening to them, like. i tend to write emotional-driven stories, so maybe??? four MAJOR things happen, that’s four chapters, but then each chapter has like ten of the emotional fall out, the relationships and the way they break or form, the reactions to everything that’s happening. my one series has plot point after plot point happening but i still GOTTA write that reaction so... that’d either make for a VERY long book or i had to make it a series lol
also i just. this is more for me with movies but i don’t like sequels lol i have one story to tell and once that story is told it’s done. sometimes i entertain the thought of having a sequel to tsg but. i cant imagine ever writing it. my characters start at point A, they end at point B, there will never ever be a point C that will be as important for them to start another journey because that was IT. IT’S DONE. 
I REFUSE TO SCROLL UP TO READ MORE SORRY FOR THE TEXT WALL BUT THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS
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